Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

This girl doesn't seem very bright; she won with absolutely no difficulty...

In the flickering firelight, Samael's gaze fell upon little Bagst, who was drooling and smacking his lips with delight, and a hint of amusement flickered in his eyes.

Oh well, most canines are like this. What can he do? He's the best dog trainer.

Yes, Cerberus, the three-headed hellhound, and Holo, the wise wolf, agree.

With his extensive experience dealing with canine creatures, the ancient serpent was adept at handling the canine demon Bagst's petty tricks, effortlessly defusing the girl's repeated riots.

As the sun pierced the night and everyone awoke in the early morning, they stepped out of their tents and saw a little guy happily munching on a strip of meat, like a tamed puppy, nuzzling against Samael's chest, showing affection and dependence.

After packing their belongings and completing the assembly, the horse-drawn carriages slowly drove out of the camp, embarking on a new journey.

Target: The Nameless Forest!

In the spacious carriage, Nock and his wife volunteered to drive and lead the way, while Samael, Morgan, and Bagst naturally had their own exclusive seats in the carriage.

Mary, on the other hand, wisely refrained from further provoking her old nemesis Morgan. She boarded the supply wagon and followed leisurely behind, savoring the afterglow of yesterday's prank on herself.

As we continued forward, the road became increasingly remote, with more vegetation and a more bumpy ride.

However, thanks to the superposition of compound magic, even in the most rugged and difficult conditions, the carriage moved smoothly and steadily toward its destination.

"Dangdang!"

A violent jolt traveled from the wheels to the passenger compartment, jolting Samael awake.

She actually... fell asleep?

The ancient snake raised its hand and pressed down, preparing to sit up, but unexpectedly felt a delicate and soft touch between its fingers and palm, as if its fingertips were gliding on the finest silk.

"you're awake?"

Morgan smoothed out the wrinkles on the hem of her skirt and spoke softly. Her fair and rounded thighs made Samael's eyes dazzle and his heart race.

I was lying on Morgan's lap just now?

Realizing a certain answer, the ancient snake touched the still-warm back of its head and cheeks, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, its eyes flickering.

"I noticed you didn't sleep well last night, so I cast a simple calming spell on the way here to help you get some rest."

Fortunately, just as Samael was feeling uneasy, Morgan took the initiative to explain, his tone gentle.

Phew! Thank goodness, it was a false alarm.

Samael breathed a sigh of relief, his snake-like eyes glancing at the pair of fair and smooth thighs, his mind racing.

The Britannian witch's lap pillow, it seems this is the treatment Artoria only received when she was dying, right?

Boss atmosphere!

Forget the Round Table, forget King Arthur, I've defected! The Queen is the best!

But then, Samael's face showed regret, his eyes filled with grief and indignation.

Unfortunately, I was sleeping so soundly that I didn't fully appreciate the care from my employer before I woke up unexpectedly.

Damn pothole!

Morgan noticed the gaze that was fixed on his thigh, which seemed somewhat intense. After hesitating for a moment, he looked up and asked.

"We're not there yet, do you want to sleep a little longer?"

Samael's eyes lit up, and he was about to answer when the carriage jolted again.

Along with it came a smell of soil and decaying plants.

What happened?! The defensive spell failed?

Faced with this unexpected turn of events, the ancient snake's expression hardened, and he immediately lifted the curtain and came to the carriage.

As Samael peeked out, what came into view was a vast, dense forest of trees with intertwined roots and towering trunks that blocked out the sky.

Beneath the wheels was a tree root that resembled a writhing dragon, and it was this thing that caused the bumps.

Some of these trees reach straight to the sky, some are low and sprawling, some are intertwined and entwined, and some have canopies like mushrooms...

Between the interlacing leaves and veins, a faint, colorful light emanates, making it look incredibly beautiful, like the magical wonderland Alice encountered after entering the rabbit hole.

"My lord, we've arrived at the Nameless Forest!"

The driver, Nock, turned around to report, his flushed face full of excitement and anticipation.

Upon successfully arriving, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

However, at that very moment, the misty white fog that enveloped the forest surged violently, and the cracking sounds of trees breaking could be heard in the distance.

"Help! Help!"

Following this were the urgent, childish cries for help.

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Repeated Jumps Between Scratches and Harmony

Whoosh!Whoosh!Whoosh!

Deep within the nameless forest, three slender figures frantically flapped their wings, darting through the vast woods. With agile movements, they avoided the tangled vines and sprawling branches along the way, their terrified gazes occasionally glancing back behind them.

Bang bang bang!

A series of dull, resounding impacts followed one after another as vines blocking the way were violently torn off and branches were smashed to pieces.

Amidst the falling wood chips and twigs, a series of tall, humanoid monsters with the heads of beasts such as lions, giant wolves, hyenas, and lizards relentlessly pursued them.

As the beast-headed monsters chased their prey, they charged forward, letting out excited growls as they drew closer, glistening saliva dripping from between their sharp teeth.

"Catch them!"

"Break your wings!"

"Tear it up and eat it!"

It's over, it's over, it's over!

If those guys from the Tooth Clan catch up with us, we're doomed!

The three little creatures, fleeing for their lives, sensed the malice rolling in from behind. Terrified, they frantically flapped their wings, trying to create distance and shake off their pursuers.

boom!

However, in their panic, they rushed into the thicket of bushes ahead without thinking, when suddenly a large net rose from the ground and, with lightning speed, suspended the three little ones, along with the withered leaves, in mid-air.

"Caught!"

"Things that fly around overhead are so annoying!"

"Hehe, you can eat it!"

Several tall figures leaped out from behind the bushes, tightened the ropes controlling the nets, and grinned maliciously at their captured prey.

"It...it will hurt, I...I don't want to..."

The blue-haired, pointed-eared fairy girl with amber eyes, gray-blue butterfly wings, and dressed in a blue and white dress, who was pinned at the bottom of the net, looked easy to bully and timidly sobbed.

"Coward Freya! Shut up! Don't make these Fang Clan bastards beg for mercy, honestly! Why did we even think of bringing you along? You're a disgrace to our Winged Clan!"

Another tiny pink-haired creature, about the size of a human child but appearing even more miniature, lay on top of him, its brows furrowed in anger as it berated its companion for its cowardice.

The blue-haired girl named Freya was too frightened to utter a sound. She just curled up in grievance, like a little white rabbit that was pinned to the table, its arteries cruelly cut and bled out, and dared not resist until it died.

Immediately, the scolder, with long, silky pinkish-purple hair, wearing a loose pink robe and a rabbit-ear-shaped hood, angrily pulled a spindle from her sewing kit at her waist and yelled at the beast-headed monsters below, displaying her fiery temper.

"Hey, if you've got the guts, put me down and fight me one-on-one. Watch me smash your stupid heads with a spindle!"

"Damn it, they underestimated us!"

"Ugh, bite her to death!"

"They should be skewered and grilled!"

The beast-headed monsters below, enraged by the provocation, vowed to turn this tiny creature into various delicacies.

"You idiot Habertlot! Enough already! Is your head filled with rags and hammers? Shut up! I don't want to be eaten so soon!"

The girl at the very top, with short purple hair, purple eyes, a forest-style dress, and green transparent butterfly wings on her back, heard her pink-haired companion's boastful words. Her pair of heart-shaped tufts of hair on her head trembled violently. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, she grabbed the little head of the spindle-shaped thug and shook it wildly.

"Woo... Meow, meow, meow meow meow..."

The scenery before her eyes kept swaying, the world was spinning, and the intense dizziness caused the pink-haired, winged fairy Habetroth to cry out in pain.

The faint sound of the ocean's roaring waves could be heard coming from that small head, as if the brain fluid had been shaken evenly. A pair of unfocused, mosquito-coil-like eyes were lifeless and dull.

"Mirian, stop...stop shaking me...I...I feel like throwing up..."

Under this torture, the once fierce spindle-wielding thug turned ashen-faced, his stomach churning, and his lips parted slightly.

"vomit……"

do not!

Seeing this, Murlian reacted quickly, immediately grabbing her companion's throat and forcibly forcing Habertlot's surging food residue back into his stomach.

The perpetrator, who was the victim, was strangled until his eyes rolled back and he nearly suffocated to death.

Even though Murian let go afterward, Habertrot, who had been tormented to the point of near death, lay listlessly like a sick cat lying on its back in the sun.

"She...she's dead?"

The timid little fairy Freya raised her hand and poked her companion's face. Seeing that there was no reaction, she looked at her companion with sorrow and used the most cowardly language to utter the most despicable eulogy.

"Can the Tooth Clan eat her first? Meat...meat tends to turn sour if left out for too long..."

"The three of us combined aren't even enough for all these Tooth Clan members to share. It's all a matter of one pot. Did you catch it from Habetroth?"

Upon hearing this, Murlian gazed at the pile of firewood erected on the ground and groaned weakly.

"Then...what should I do? I don't want to be eaten, I'm afraid of the pain..."

Freya lowered her head and cried out in despair.

"There's no other way, we have to try one last resort!"

Seeing that the Tooth Clan was about to untie the ropes and process their food, Murian, sensing a strong sense of crisis, immediately nodded solemnly.

Beside her, Freya's eyes rekindled with hope as she looked at the "wise one" among the winged fairies with anticipation and admiration.

With a serious expression, Murlian solemnly curled her hands into a trumpet shape in front of her lips and teeth. Then, the little fairy took a deep breath and let out a childish yet sharp cry that rose from her throat.

"Help! A vixen has died!"

Freya, startled as if struck by lightning, stared blankly at the "wise man."

However, no reinforcements arrived, and the ear-piercing explosion only enraged the Ya tribe below.

"Noisy!"

"Eat her first!"

"Yes, it's strong and the meat tastes great!"

"I want the head!"

"The thigh is mine!"

"The wings have no meat on them, give me an arm instead!"

The beast-headed monsters immediately started making a ruckus, having already divided up Murian's body parts, and then thrust a sharpened wooden stick at the wise man in mid-air.

This is it, we're doomed...

"Aaaaaah! Don't eat me! Eat Habetroth first, her flesh is getting sour!"

Murlian's heart-shaped tuft of hair trembled violently as she screamed and wriggled around inside the net, incidentally selling the unconscious Habertrot out by pushing him in front of her.

Of course, fearing the scene would be too cruel, the two good friends closed their eyes sadly to express their grief.

But what followed was still the sharpened wooden sticks being thrust out.

And this time, there are three...

Seeing this, Murlian and Freya looked at each other in disbelief, and then... their screams became even louder.

"Crack!"

Just as the three little girls were about to become the barbecue skewers of the Tooth Clan, a pale golden arc of light appeared out of nowhere, and the three barbecue skewers on the ground snapped in unison.

A golden-haired, nameless swordsman and a silver-haired witch walked together from the misty forest.